The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 129 Brother Stands Up! (seeking monthly ticket recommendation ticket and subscription collection)
Li Hongjun was driving a forklift truck to load manure into Han Er's car. Seeing Wang Biao driving over, he closed the key door and got out of the forklift truck.

"What are you going to do, nephew?"

Wang Biao got out of the car, came to Li Hongjun, said with a smile: "It's nothing, come and take a look." He came to the door of the three-change four-car opened by Han Er, tilted his head and patted the front of the car, bent down and He pretended to look at the wheels and so on.

Han Er was a little dazed and guilty, walked to Wang Biao's side, and asked with a smile, "What is President Wang looking at?"

Wang Biao stood up, patted the fuel tank again, and then looked at Han Er with a faint smile.

Han Er's heart is even more haunted. Does this person who takes pictures of the car and the fuel tank know that I stole the fuel?

No, no one saw it, even if the East and West Courts saw it, they couldn't tell Wang Biao.

Seeing that Han Er's face became unnatural, Wang Biao snorted coldly in his heart, but said with a light smile: "Isn't this the fuel for the two fares? I'll come over to see if the fuel is enough, if it's good enough, add more gas, if it's enough." What did you do?"

"Enough, enough, I can finish my work at night." Han Er hurriedly said.

Wang Biao nodded, "Oh, that's ok, old uncle, then you should be busy, I'm going back, by the way, don't pretend if there are bricks or wine bottles, just throw them away."

"Well, the old uncle is working, don't worry." Li Hongjun said, since he started working for Wang Biao, he took this work as his own, and now he is driving a forklift, loading manure, He only gave 100 yuan a day, and he worked hard.

In the past, when the second sister's family first separated and had no money, she helped his family a lot. Until now, she has been helping him, an old brother, contributing money, even if the donkey-like second brother-in-law made such a fuss , I also helped their family with work, but I had no money to use, so I lent money to their family after digging around.

Especially now, the eldest nephew has just started his business, so he is hired to drive the car. Although it only costs 100 yuan a day to load dung, it is not tiring. The net charge is 100 yuan, which is [-] yuan a month. Why do you go?

In other words, even if you ask him to drive without paying, he will do it!
My own nephew, who beat Xiaochang in their house, if he doesn't do it, the old lady will scold him to death.

Hmph, besides her eldest grandson, the old lady also cherishes this second grandson the most!
When Han Er saw Wang Biao walking towards the car, he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief. He just said, what he did was so secretive, and he only found out by putting two or three liters of oil every time.

Just thinking about it, I saw Wang Biao turned around and came back again.

"Second brother, how much of your village has not been rectified?" Wang Biao asked.

Han Er said: "Ah, there is not much left, and it will be almost finished tomorrow."

"Oh, okay, it's time for you and Dong Si'er to rest when you're done, so get busy."

Han Er's heart was even more haunted. What does Wang Biao mean? A hammer in the east and a stick in the west, talking about it.

After Wang Biao got in the car, he picked up his mobile phone, checked out the old uncle’s WeChat account, and edited a paragraph: Old uncle, keep an eye on them, these two guys are stealing oil, you tell them to hurry up.

But after editing, he didn't click send.

He glanced at Han Er again through the window, forget it, I will finish the work tomorrow, and as much oil as I can steal, I just don't need him later.

Besides, it is only a few dozen liters of oil, which is not as expensive as the six votes of Han Laoer's family.

Doctor Niu and Ma Shijie paid a lot of money for tickets.

Thinking of this, Wang Biao suddenly felt that his soul had been sublimated, and his lung capacity, no, his air capacity had also increased a lot. If it were changed to before, according to his one-on-one, more serious temper, this matter would definitely not be the case, even if If you don't call the police, you have to spit out the oil.

After returning home, Wang Biao led the three dogs up to the second floor. He turned on the computer and prepared to write a novel. The three dogs entered the house and ran for a while, then fell asleep at his feet. The cub even rested his chin on Wang Biao's feet.

Now the novel has more than 260 million words, and there are 26 Guangmengzhu, which was completely unimaginable to him before.

After browsing through the detailed outline on Pages, Wang Biao logged into the background of the author of the article this time, planning to start editing the novel.

As soon as I entered the backstage, I saw the small bell for the information prompt turned red, showing that there were several unread messages.

It seems that the editor Kiss recommended it to me again, good man, if I have the opportunity to go to Shanghai in the future, I must bring a piece of pork to the editor.

Thank you very much.

Yes, at that time, bring some sauerkraut and vermicelli, and make authentic pork and sauerkraut stewed vermicelli for the editor.

Maybe it's a slippery mouth, and the editor is happy, so he won't be able to recommend a cover for me.

He opened it and his eyes widened instantly.

Instinctively, the heart bank thumped, almost pumping all the blood from the heart to the head.

There is actually a company that wants to buy the copyright of the game adaptation.

Not only that, but the publication sold.

This, is this true or false?
Wang Biao couldn't believe it, so he hurriedly logged into QQ. As soon as he logged in, he received the editor's message. Not only that, but also asked him to go to the Shanghai headquarters to discuss the signing of the contract as soon as possible.

"I, I, I, I, I have finally turned from a fucking chicken into a phoenix."

Wang Biao let out a strange cry, slapped the table, stood up abruptly, and walked out, "Wife, wife, hurry up..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard two "just now" dog-like screams coming from under his feet.

Wang Biao looked down and accidentally kicked away the two puppies who were sleeping on his feet, frightening the two puppies.

The two dogs drooped their ears, stared at him with watery eyes, and looked at him pitifully.

Those poor little eyes are enough to touch anyone's heart. It's a pity that their dog owners don't have time to pay attention to them now.

"Go away, and you didn't step on you, what the hell is that?"

Downstairs, Xie Chunlan, who was lying down on the sofa cover and taking a nap in the sun, was startled by the sudden nagging voice, and sat up in a daze, "What's wrong? This is Xiaona, go quickly!" Go upstairs and have a look."

Shen Na, who was listening to TV and playing chicken with her mobile phone, was also taken aback. Wang Biao's voice changed. What happened?

You always stay up late and can't rest well, is there something wrong with your heart?
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, she dropped her phone and ran upstairs.

In the past few years, she has seen some people die suddenly because of overtime work. Especially during the epidemic last year, several good policemen, doctors, and leaders of the people gave their precious lives by working overtime for the health of the people.

As soon as she ran to the door of the study upstairs, she saw Wang Biao walking out with a blushing face and a strange expression.

Shen Na rushed to Wang Biao in two steps, grabbed Wang Biao's shoulders with both hands, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Biao hugged him by the waist and turned around all over the floor.

Shen Na was taken aback, "Ah! You, why are you crazy?"

"Wife, wife, my novel... ah..." Wang Biao hadn't finished speaking when he accidentally caught his heel on the robot sweeping the floor on the second floor, and fell down on the sofa in a daze.

In the blink of an eye, half of his back fell on the edge of the sofa. Due to the great inertia, the whole person slid off the sofa again and fell to the ground. His head hit the carpet with a 'boom' sound. Straight pumping.

Shen Na hurriedly got up, "Is your head okay?"

Wang Biao grinned and sat up on the sofa, "No, nothing."

As soon as Shen Na heard that nothing was wrong, she made a pretty face and kicked Wang Biao's calf, "What are you doing, why are you so crazy!"

Wang Biao didn't take it seriously, stood up from the ground, and pulled Shen Na to the computer screen in the study, "Honey, look, what is this!"

Shen Na looked at the computer suspiciously, then her eyes lit up, she sized up Wang Biao in disbelief, and then looked at the screen again.

"Ah, actually sold the copyright, is this true?"

"Of course it's true. The editor also asked me to go to Shanghai to discuss the contract as soon as possible. This time I really made a fortune. The game adaptation rights should be worth 100 million yuan. I can just buy a cow and build a cowshed." Biao happily began to study how to spend the money.

Shen Na hugged Wang Biao's big head happily, kissed her, then picked up her notebook and ran downstairs.

Seeing this, Wang Biao raised his head and chest, shyly pouted his stomach, and walked downstairs with the arrogant pace of Uncle Zhang, grinning his teeth.

This time, he, Mr. Wang, has completely stood up, and he can go out confidently and arrogantly tell others that he is a writer.

No longer just a farmer farming the land, he can now call himself a farmer-entrepreneur.

From now on, when my father-in-law Ganzi and my mother-in-law are asked by friends, they can proudly and happily say: "My son-in-law is amazing. He is not only a great writer, but also a self-made farmer entrepreneur."

Listen, what you say has a lot of meaning.

Thinking of his pride, Wang Biao couldn't help laughing.

Xie Chunlan was also very excited and surprised after watching it, and asked Shen Na: "How much can I sell this copyright?"

Shen Na said: "He said that it can be sold for 100 million."

"Oh my god, there are so many? How long has it been since I wrote it? Kacha sold another 100 million. Old Shen, Lao Shen, come and take a look. The copyright of our son's novel has been sold, and the old lady said it can be sold for 200. How much." Xie Chunlan was so excited that she couldn't help but shouted at Shen Hai who was lying in the bedroom.

Shen Na stared blankly at her mother who was more excited than her.

200 million?I remember that I seemed to say 100 million just now?
"Mom, it's not 200 million, it's 100 million." She corrected.

"Oh, what's one or two, is it meaningful to care about these two with me at this time?" Xie Chunlan blamed.

Wang Biao, who had just descended to the first floor, couldn't help laughing when he saw this. Shen Na heard the laughter and glared fiercely, "What are you laughing at, laugh again, and I'll take your chin off."

Wang Biao hurriedly shut his mouth to hold back his laughter, but a strange sound of 'kukuku' came out of his mouth.

He has been professionally trained, and he will not laugh when he is told not to laugh.

In the bedroom, Shen Hai responded, put on his slippers and walked out. Excited, he couldn't help walking two minutes faster than before, and Wang Biao's eyes jumped when he saw it.

"Dad, slow down, don't fall."

As he said that, he trotted over and walked over while supporting Shen Hai's arm attentively.

This time was his Wang's highlight moment, so he had to pretend to be a little B in a low-key manner.

The reason why I saw the Shen family nervous before was that I lacked confidence and lacked self-confidence. Now, a writer with an annual income of one million is worth seeing Ma Yun and Xu Jiayin. They are tens of billions a year. I earn money, but my buddy is a literati playing with pens.

He is a man of letters.In ancient times, he was an upper class person.

What the heck, he is a farmer, a farmer, a businessman, and he has it all. Even a few decades ago, his status as a farmer was even higher.

"Okay, okay, good boy, Dad saw you right, you are promising." Shen Hai patted Wang Biao's shoulder sitting beside him and praised.

The reason why they were able to accept Wang Biao in the past was mainly because Wang Biao was filial, responsible, down-to-earth, kind and willing to work, and because of Shen Na's attitude.

Although they earn more than 1 yuan a month, they can give their daughter a stable marriage and life, and they won't go out and mess around and hurt her daughter.

In fact, I was a little reconciled. Don’t look at Wang Biao, who raises cattle, dogs, farms, and writes novels. He earns hundreds of thousands of yuan a year, but he still doesn’t belong to his family. With his family’s conditions and Shen Na’s own conditions , Only outstanding young people with an annual salary of several million or tens of millions are worthy of it.

Such an outstanding daughter, they are still a little unwilling to marry Wang Biao, not to mention anything else, but when they meet relatives, friends and old colleagues in the future, people ask, what does your son-in-law do?

Writing novels earns [-] to [-] a month?Are you talking about farming and raising cattle?
It doesn't sound good.

Say it out, what a shame!

Who doesn't have a vanity yet.

Now, when people ask about it, they can proudly say: "Our uncle is a writer, and the copyright fee alone sold a novel for 200 million."

Don't think it can't be compared with those CEOs, rich second generations, etc., but the style is high, and writers and artists will get a lot of attention when they say it.

"Mom and Dad, tonight our family will eat big goose stewed in an iron pot. I will catch the big goose and let my father slaughter it."

Excitedly, Wang Biao was going to get the computer from Xie Chunlan's arms.

"What are you doing?"

"Show it to my parents, especially my father, who must show it to him. In the past few years, he always scolded me and said: I'll see what you can write, and you will sit in the house every day." I write novels here, just like my uncle."

Shen Hai and Xie Chunlan were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "You kid is quite vindictive, haven't you earned [-] to [-] manuscript fees a month for two years, haven't you already proved yourself to your father?"

"It's all drizzle, don't get angry, this guy has so much weight, and the slap in the face hurts so much, he must deeply realize that it was wrong for him to scold me before."

Wang Biao said, carrying the computer to the store in the front room, and threw the computer in front of Wang Honggang who was lying on the kang watching TV, "Look, what is this?"

Wang Honggang didn't know why, and looked up at the computer, "What are you looking at?"

Seeing his son holding the computer mysteriously, Li Guizhi looked over curiously.

"What's this looking at? What kind of stuff, what's this?" Wang Honggang said in a daze. He didn't know a few words, and there were so many words. Wouldn't this be embarrassing for him, a third-grader in elementary school?

Hearing the sound, Wang Biao was discouraged all of a sudden. He felt a powerful punch hit the cotton, and his waist almost fell off in a flash.

He squinted contemptuously at Wang Honggang, a scumbag and illiterate, turned on his computer, got up and walked towards the back door.

"Son, what is that? Show me, I haven't seen it clearly yet." Li Guizhi asked.

Standing at the door, Wang Biao raised his spirits and said, "Someone sold the copyright of your son's novel. After signing the contract, he can directly earn a million or so. Isn't it a surprise? Isn't it exciting? I'll kill the big goose soon."

After speaking, he opened the door and went to the backyard.

Leaving behind a surprised and delighted mother.

Wang Honggang curled his lips and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, it's worth a million or so."

"What do you know!" Li Guizhi scolded Wang Honggang with a bad look.

(End of this chapter)